Letters to Crushes Favorite #4

The boy who lives in the dorm above me and my roommate is so loud that I've considered stabbing a samurai sword through my ceiling to try to impale him on multiple occasions. 

Really. He stomps around all the time. He likes to drop something bouncy on the floor that sounds like a basketball, or a bowling ball, or maybe a boulder. I dunno. 

He blasts music really loudly late at night. He yells at his TV. He randomly laughs. I've been so good at ignoring that. 

But the other day I recognized the music he was playing loudly enough for the sound waves to be picked up on other planets. He was blasting Daft Punk, some songs from each of their albums. 
I approved. 

So I decided the proper course of action was to leave a sticky note on his door telling him I approve of his choice of music. 

He thought I was being sarcastic, so about ten minutes later I found a note on my door apologizing for the noise with a coin taped to it and the words "Here, have a quarter for your troubles."
Well, I couldn't have him thinking I was being sarcastic, so I left another sticky note apologizing with a Euro taped to it. Five minutes later there was a knock on my door. 

He's absolutely gorgeous. He's tall - I could probably wear four inch heels and still be shorter than him, which is quite rare in my life. And he is the absolute nicest person I've ever met. 
First thought: "Damn, now I can't mindlessly hate the mystery boy for being really fucking obnoxious."

And now he's upstairs blasting the shit out of a Vampire Weekend song. And I'm lying in my bed appreciating him from about ten feet below him. 
But I wish I was appreciating him from 0.00000000001 inches below him.

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